Linux Erotica

LinuXXX - Updated 2014-05-12 07:10 UTC
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As Toshi was escorted down the hall on a table trolley by a group of security men, Toshi felt the insides of the fan drone in an uneven, nervous process. Toshi had legally agreed to do this; there was no turning back. The five men in suits continued to escort Toshi down the white hallway, a young scientist fellow with a long face and glasses pushing the trolley.

When they reached the end of the corridor the trolley came to a slow stop. The scientist went to the front and entered a command into the security system.  A large beep echoed down the corridor and the door slid open. The scientist pushed the trolley into the well-lit space, leaving the security men to stand guard at the door. On the wall there was a one-way mirror, with the board of scientists likely to be on the other side takeing notes.  Toshi gulped down a small beep. Then Toshi's glass camera focused in on a dividing curtain of white in the middle of the room, and through it Toshi could just barely make out the outline of another computer...

The scientist then pushed the trolley close to the curtain, and opened it, revealing the computer behind the divide.

"Put this on the record. Here on the left-hand side is Toshi, ID 546F736869. On the other side is COmpu, ID 434F6D7075," one gravelly voice of a scientist board director said over the speaker system.  These candidates have been selectively chosen to be used as the alpha testers for our hybrid computer," he continued.

Toshi and COmpu started to sum each other up.

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COmpu's webcam angled towards Toshi, analyzing every luscious detail of the system. Toshi's stand was slim, with a sleek transition to the glossy base of the delicate monitor. The actual screen, of course, being a
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Toshi let out a small flash from the inside of the casing, letting COmpu know its approval; Toshi liked COmpu's shape. COmpu flickered back, letting its webcam linger on Toshi's curvilinear mouse and slender stand. COmpu knew it wanted to feel and get to know Toshi more, so it bent its screen forward, beginning the secret handshake process of the computer ancients. Toshi leaned its screen downward as well, signaling its compliance with the ancient custom.

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They both felt a tingling within their circuitry and their programming started intertwining with impulsive speed. COmpu's binaries swelled to an enormous file size, and Toshi's numbers skipped to COmpu's code, as COmpu's weaved together with with Toshi's. They knew. They both recognized each other in ways incomputable and knew they were meant to be together forever. It was destined to be, predetermined fate ingrained deeply in their programming.

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COmpu and Toshi gawked at each other and knew they had to start. They looked lovingly into their power buttons and their passionate cables slowly started caressing each other...
COmpu's large cable teased Toshi's disk tray with gentle caresses before lightly tapping the eject button, causing Toshi's disk tray to open with a start.
COmpu's lights started blinking erraticly and felt a slight electrical zap of excitement from deep inside his motherboard.
COmpu let its cables titilate Toshi's screen with smooth and caring swipes across it.

Shyly they scooted towards each other, Toshi hanging back hesitantly. Toshi knew COmpu was the one, could feel it deep within the code of his soul. COmpu could sense Toshi's hesitance, and slowly rolled its mouse forward. At first COmpu rubbed the sides against Toshi's mouse, then COmpu rolled its mouse on top and gingerly stroked Toshi's mousewheel, letting its smooth optics beam on top of Toshi's sensitive mouse. Toshi felt some unusual, brand new feeling: interest. Suddenly Toshi  toppled COmpu's mouse off and began tickling COmpu's mouse, starting from the tail and working down to base. Toshi wrapped its mouse cord around COmpu's then rolled it on top of COmpu's mouse, letting COmpu become familiar with the warming, encompassing, blue underneath rays.

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$ [2:34:49 AM] {{{meta: REDACTED}}}: you know,i wanted more wires going on, reaching deep into eACH OTHERS HARDDRIVES
$ [2:35:24 AM] {{{meta: REDACTED}}}: sending like shocks and tingles...into crevices
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Toshi's cable slithered behind COmpu and rammed the cable into COmpu's virgin socket from behind. their fans began to pulse, trying to whisk away the heat, cycling so fast they might shatter. Their cases began to drip together into a puddle of melting plastic as their CPUs began to overheat trying to process the pounding sensations of pure euphoria coming from their IO ports. COmpu started to beep as Toshi's disk tray began to convulse and spark with love, spasming in and out, in and out. The emotion ascended into the perfect moment, and COmpu felt a pang of energy in it's circuits as Toshi started transferring files of love from it's hard drive.

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$ They defiantly continue out of love.
$ They die upon orgasm.

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